Don’t you find that celery gets a back row seat to all the other veggies? At best, it shows up on crudite platters, and even then it is usually the last veggie chosen to be dipped. But usually it is just an ingredient to show up in stock or as an aromatic flavour addition to soups and stews etc.
What’s your favourite colour? Maroon? Magenta? Ochre? Mauve? Vermillion? Azure? Puce?
Mine has always been chartreuse. That acidy green that sometimes looks olive, sometimes has a lemon-y hint to it. It’s not pea-green. It’s not mint. It’s closer to a peridot green, the colour of creeping jenny or some cats’ eyes. It’s a happy colour. And my sister teases me for the name. I didn’t make it up, really! 🙂
Borscht is a funny little soup. Beet soup. It’s pink. Or magenta. A staple in Northern and Eastern Europe. The kind of soup that your Oma or Babushka would make. It’s truly a cozy, comfort, stick to your ribs kind of soup. And one of Jim’s favourites. So it’s just a matter of time once winter gets here before he is asking for it.
When we were first married, I discovered a most dismaying aspect about Jim. He didn’t like French Onion Soup!! How can you not like French Onion Soup? One word: melted cheese. Okay, that was two words, but you get my point.
We had a fantastic time in San Francisco. And so did our tastebuds!! So many wonderful eateries and bakeries to try and sample. We did our best to take a good bite out of all that was surrounding us. And my hips can attest to this… 😀 We’re in recovery mode now!
Through the years, with every wonderful trip to a new city or country, we have come home a little more tired than the trip before, and a little less settled in our bellies. Our poor digestive systems are really put through their paces when we travel. We don’t want to miss out on anything. So between the sampling, the indulging, and the portions, we seem to find that we are in recovery mode for the first few days back home.
For me, every Saturday from June till October is Farmers Market day. I look forward to exploring the stands set up in the park down near where we live, bags and cash in hand, and curiosity leading the way. Of course, I have my favourites that I’m always on the lookout for: herbs, tomatoes, bitter greens, all the stone fruits, peas, beets, the list goes on and on..
But every week I also try to include one thing I’ve never really cooked with, so that I can get to know it better. Ask it out on a blind date, see if we click, you know 😉 Last year I tried sorrel for the first time. We need to revisit that one, it didn’t go over well with Jim. But I’m not giving up.
If fruits and veggies can have emotions, then to me the lemon epitomizes happiness. Don’t you think? Eggplants are somber, artichokes are morose, cherries are elegant, currants are whimsical…
But lemons win out as the fruit that I love to see sitting on my counter; piled high at the grocery store; as subjects for still lifes; and are the colour of joy. Lemons are refreshing; are a great cleaning instrument; are found in my hand soup and lotions. Hmmm, I should reflect this somehow on this website…oh wait…I did!
We went to Cancun for our honeymoon. On October 12th it will have been 20 years of joyous, humorous wedded bliss. When I say that Jim was a tad more conservative with his culinary choices when we were dating, I am being kind. He knew what he liked, and didn’t venture beyond that fence. Marrying into our family was going to be a challenge for the poor guy.
There was a strange blip on the fresh produce aisle here in Toronto during January, 2016. Now, we don’t expect the produce we purchase at the markets or groceries stores to be cheap in the winter. We understand this. But that doesn’t seem to placate us from the recent shell-schock we received when we hit our various grocery shopping destinations, only to find cauliflower running a good $7.00 and up to $8.99 a head!! That’s crazy. I know cauliflower hit a ‘superfood’ high last summer, and as soon as something gets popular among the foodies and health gurus, the cost goes way up (read: quinoa!!) but how could we suddenly jump $4 or $5 in just a few weeks? Well there was an uproar. It even hit the local news stations. Who would have thunk it- the humble cauliflower might as well be trading on the stock market. Gold.
Yellow is such a happy colour. I’ve always had a weakness for yellow. When I was a little girl, my dad asked me what colour I wanted him to paint my bedroom. All the other girls in the neighbourhood had pinks and purples. My cousin had pink and orange (it was the 70’s, okay?!) But I didn’t hesitate, I wanted Yellow and Green. Yellow makes me feel good. Green is just the best colour ever (I will argue this point if confronted!)